The Capture and Control of Professor D June 22, 2007
Posted by shayna in : Forced Fem, Sissy Stories, femdom, Humiliation, Bondage , trackbackMaybe I have a problem with authority. I don’t think so, since I usually perceive myself as being in charge, but maybe I do. There’s just something about a man in a position of any power over me that makes me want to turn it around and show him what a bitch I can make him be. Let’s face it, power is sexy, and it’s more exciting break a stallion than a bunny.
I know it’s kind of a typical thing for girls to get crushes on their college professors and I’m not so very different there. Each semester I take classes with one man or anotherwho would never interest me in another situation, but infect my fantasies once they become my teacher.
There they stand in front of me, all doughy around the middle and in desperate need of a good stylist. They’re almost never anything much to look at, but I become utterly damp as I imagine them taking my flogger or sucking my strap-on.
This semester it was Mr. D, my communications professor. Mr. D is a lawsuit waiting to happen. He hits on half the female student population and small fraction of the male students as well. It was almost too easy to get him into drag, and easier still to get pictures of him all dressed up.
One of my other classes gave me the perfect set-up to rope him in. I took a procedural law class this term and part of our grade was on how well we did in a mock-trial. I was the DA in the trial and among other things, responsible for collecting mock-evidence and mock-witnesses for our mock-trial. It’s kind of fun to do so students and teachers from other classes are always eager to help out if they have the time. It was under this premise I innocently asked Mr. D to be my victim.
I told him I needed images of a corpse for my trial and asked him to be the body. He not only agreed, he arranged time in one of the Health Sciences rooms so I could take pretend post-mortem pictures in a hospital setting.
According to the background story my law professor gave us, the victim was a transvestite who’d been tied, beaten, and raped by a group of thugs who’d photographed their deeds. (Ok, I admit, my Law Proff only said they’d tied and beaten him, the rape and pictures were me pushing the scenario where I wanted it to go.)
We began after the last class of the day. I brought clothes and make-up to his office for him to wear. I put on his make-up, leaning in closely to apply the color. I knew the soft brushes on his skin and the scented warmth of my body would drive the old pervert mad. I made him close his eyes for a long moment, my brush hovering over his lid, as I watched his pulse beat hard in his neck. When at last I let him open his eyes, I glanced plainly down at his visible reaction and enjoyed how he blushed.
Once I had him dressed in something slutty and ultra-femme, I took him to the stairwell at the end of the empty corridor and tied his wrists to the metal handrail. I don’t think he was prepared to have me rip his blouse open and he actually gasped when I exposed the silky little bra I’d given him to wear.
I took the first picture.
***Stick around, kiddies. The story gets better, but it’s summer outside and I want to enjoy it. Check back soon for more of the nexy chapter.
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